What in the fuck was going on in Sterling’s Nave to produce all this grime? I’ve only heard of soot like that coming from coal fires and Dickensian industrialization, but a library?
Could this be Satan’s work? Are we smitten with soot? Could the ritualized burning of Bibles, Quarans, and Manga have left such ashen residue?
Or maybe all the dirt came from the famed rave of 1916, when returning Yale students excited to see their comrades in arms become comrades in each other’s arms? The young men must have brought back just a bit of blood, sweat, and mud from the Somme.
But no, instead of digging up the literal dirt left by previous Yalies, point out the obvious: Toads is right next door. It’s dirty, amirite? Any wandering, drunk Q-Packer (or Q-Packette) could have mistaken the above angel for some sort of Ivy-League glory hole.